Starting a battle is not the problem. Winning the war sometimes is… because sometimes, what happens is; you win the battle and lose the war.

I focused on the road and unusually had both hands on the wheel as I drove myself home from church.
I didn’t know whether it was right for me to smile, frown, cry and jump or just feel less concerned but
as far as I was concerned, the two reports Kate gave me were good news and bad news… No don’t get it twisted. I mean each one of the two news were both good and bad.

…”Yep. So which do you wanna hear first?” She had asked, staring at me straight in the face, eager to spill something and had both palms against each other.

I thought for a while, what the good and bad news might be. I rolled my eyes, bent my back, racked my brain and got no clue. So I shrugged and replied.

“Let’s hear the bad news first.”

“Ok… Do I have to edit and sugar coat it in a way it won’t sound so bad but you’ll still get the message?”

“Ok. Ok… Give me the good news first then”

“Err… Err… Err.” She tried adding some suspense effect I guess or whatever she thought she was doing but suddenly becoming a stammerer “I’m now in a relationship!”

In a really fast instant, I had slapped Kate thrice… In my mind.

“Aww!…. I’m so happy for you.” I smiled and stretched out my hands, gave her a nice hug and continued. “…So who’s the lucky guy”

“Tunde” she replied quickly.

“And I’m supposed to know who Tunde is?” I gave her an ‘excuse me’ look.

“Yes!… The etisalat guy you’ve heard a lot about. He’s coming to lagos soon and you’ll meet him. Jay, he’s a really handsome and cool gentleman. I stayed with June throughout my stay in Abj and she was the one that introduced us. Immediately, we zinged!… I’ve never felt that way with anyone before. Not even with you, although we’ve not really not being together like that you know” She chuckled like a five year old and continued. “He’s so nice and I really like him. The chemistry between us is so unexplainable, like old buddies reconnecting. You know if…”

At that point, I realized this lady would go on and on about her new found love and I had a lot of things to do, Article’s deadlines I had to meet asides trying to squeeze out time to go see my own love too.

“Ok… Ok. Congratulations dear. I can see that you’re still in the shacking stage. Everyone’s been there. Wish u all the happiness a relationship’s got to offer.”

“Thanks darl!”

“So… To the bad news… Give it to me like it is. Don’t hold anything back.”

“The night before I was to come back to Lagos, I and June had arranged my things, gathered my bags together and called it a day. I had chosen to sleep at the guest room that night cos I didn’t want to disturb her with my late night extra packing. In the middle of the night, I heard gagged mumbling and indiscreet voices like June was struggling with someone. I opened my eyes and lay still on the bed, hoping it will stop and it did but only for a short while cos when the sound returned, it returned as noise. June was crying and my first thought was that there was someone in the house. I was scared and couldn’t even stand up to lock the door.”

I was kind of enjoying the story as I had just three possible endings to Kate’s intentionally elongated tale. I knew it had to be one but I must not ruin the moment. I knew I had to look as clueless as possible, else I’ll just knock Kate off her imaginary stage.

“Oh… Ok. So, what now happened?… Who broke into the house?”

“Calm down bro. So as I was saying. I could still hear June crying and she was saying something like No! No! No!… When I summoned up courage and began to tip-toe towards her room cos at least, if something were to happen to my home girl, let it not be said that I just hid somewhere and chickened out.
So as I walked past the dining table, I picked a knife and continued towards her room. I got to the door and opened it slowly and what I saw just made my jaw drop.
Should I continue sir?”

“Ah!… Yes!… Go on” I stole a quick glance at my watch, looked around to see how fast people were disappearing from the church compound. It was just like everyone couldn’t wait to leave cos a couple of minutes ago, the dense crowd couldn’t have been imagined to have evaporated to this level in that short period of time.

Kate gave me a slight tap and continued.

“As I entered the room, June was lying down there in bed covered in blood. My knife dropped and I rushed to where she was. Immediately and involuntarily I said ‘shit!’ Cos I knew what had happened. I rushed her to the nearest clinic. We spent the night there and came back home the next morning. I couldn’t leave that day since I had to stay with her. So I left the next day. It was so sad I swear…”

Although I couldn’t say I did not fully understand what Kate had just narrated, I fully understood it and while one part of me felt very sober, another part of me felt like jumping on Kate in celebration while singing “When Jesus says Yes, nobody can say No” but I had to keep calm and be professional about the whole thing.

“So did you notice you haven’t told me what happened?… Did you mistakenly stab Kate or the person that broke in stabbed her and escaped?”

Kate looked at me for around ten seconds without saying a word and I could bet what ran through her mind would be similar to words like “Look at this dumb guy. Someone who is pregnant slept and woke up in a pool of blood and you’re still asking what that means. You deserve a round house kick.”

“Miscarriage Jay!… Miscarriage!… June just suffered a miscarriage. That’s what happened. She’s back home though but she said she won’t tell Dave until she’s fully recovered both physically and emotionally. I feel really sorry for her and I want to ask a favour from you”

“Wow!… That’s too bad. I pray God will comfort her. What’s the favour?”

I knew she was about asking me to keep it a secret.

“Please don’t tell anyone. And by anyone, I mean anyone. You understand right?”

I nodded, checked my watch, quickly asked after her health and rounded up the conversation.

How many people get this lucky?… Darn!… What would’ve been the permanent stain on some people’s life. The stigma and the only regret in some’s lifetime.
Somehow, it sounded or looked like opening a cage and letting a captured bird who had one way or the other flew into the cage by itself go.
I’m sure Dave’s testimony won’t be the first there is and won’t be the last but when nature itself decided to give u a second chance, you had better make the most of it before one mistakenly bags himself or herself a set of triplet… You know what the say about mother nature and her mischievous sense of humour.

All of a sudden, I decided to do something I would almost never do on a very normal day. I parked to the side of the road and pulled out my phone and began dialling Lizzy’s number. Instantly, my psychic thing told to press the red button and go home but I refused.

“Hello. Liz… Hello?”

“Uncle Jay!”

“Tammy!… How are you?”

“I’m fine. How are you Uncle Jay?”

“I’m ok dear. I’ve missed you… Where’s your mummy?”

“I’ve missed you. She’s in the…”

“Jay!… Whatsup?” Liz snatched the phone from Dorothy and spoke up. She sounded stressed and gloomy and I could say I partially understood why.

“I’m good dear. How are you?”

“I’m fine. I’m at Aunt Sarah’s place”

“What?!… Why?… And you couldn’t tell me?” I sounded very dissatisfied with Lizzy’s decision to leave for her fortress without keeping me updated about her movements.

“I’m sorry Jay. It was impromptu and I was so scared, I couldn’t just divulge to anyone. Dorothy’s dad came to my place yesterday.”


“I’m telling you. Only God knows how he got my add cos all I heard was a knock on the door and there he was, standing on my entrance pouch. I stood there speechless for a few minutes and the next thing he said was. “I’m sorry”… He was looking very very different. He asked if he could enter and I ushered him in. I went to sit down and he just came straight to where I was sitting, knelt down in front of me and started crying, begging and apologising for all the times he’s been away and neglected me and Damilola. He said everything he has been saying to me over the phone is the truth and he can’t just say how sorry he is unless I let him show me.”

“So how did he get your add?”

“He said he kept asking people and he got an anonymous text from a number he didn’t bother to call back cos immediately he received it, he just got on the road. I asked him for the text and the number was my cousin’s number. I’ve called her and she said he sounded like he was about to die when they spoke. Like his life depended on reaching or seeing me someway somehow, so she was kindda choiceless and had to send my address and she’s sorry if she crossed a line or something.
I did not know what to do after he left and told me he’ll come back the next day, than to pack a few things and leave my place to stay at Aunt Sarah’s. I’m a bit confuesed and I need to clear my head. I’m unhappy and I don’t know why. Everything is just so twisted than it seems. Do you understand Jay?… Jay?!”

“Yea I understand” I understood perfectly that my love still had feelings for her ex and rightfully so, since she already had their child in her custody.

“Could you not call me till I call you?… I need some lone time to get my head straight and let this time pass.”

“Sure. Anything you say.” I replied quickly and wiped my face with my handkerchief at the realisation that I was sweating.

“I don’t know how that sounded but I’m really sorry Jay… I need you to that for me. Take care of yourself for me. ok?… Bye. I love you.” Her voice was somewhat shaky.

“Love you too. Bye.”

Physicality. Spirituality. Mentality. Emotionality.
Did you spot the odd word? Right. Never force it if you’re afraid of getting hurt.

Mature Minds Talk.


Her name is Sophie Aldridge (pictured, center, with her son, Thomas), from Dover, Kent, didn’t realize she was expecting until the very moment 5lb 8oz Thomas was born last November. At five months, the 20-year-old is pictured in a skin-tight boob tube most non-pregnant women would struggle to get over their knees.
At six months, she is at a friend’s wedding, quaffing champagne. The following month, she can be
seen sporting a skimpy white top – and at eight months, she flaunts her enviably taut tummy in a crop top and orange maxi skirt. ‘I know it might sound stupid to some people, but I had no idea I was pregnant,’ says Sophie. To give birth suddenly and without warning as I did was absolutely terrifying. ‘I didn’t have any symptoms. I didn’t get morning sickness. I was wearing my usual size ten clothes. I had regular periods throughout the pregnancy, and I didn’t have any cravings.
’It seems inconceivable, doesn’t it? Particularly the fact that she remained 9st throughout. Although she didn’t weigh herself regularly, Sophie doesn’t believe she put on a single pound.  Where on earth was little Thomas hiding?
To a cynical mind, it is all too far-fetched to believe. But the lack of bump bit is proved by the plethora of self-portraits – or ‘selfies’ – that Sophie took during the nine months. Not so much as a curve to her abdomen in any of them.
I don’t know how possible this is, probably females and any medical personnel can have better insights into this and might be able to jump to her defense but on a very normal day and which has been the case, Sophie has been tagged a liar and an attention seeker. Is it possible to be pregnant and not know it till delivery day? She smoked, drank and partied till the day Thomas was born. Thankfully he was born healthy. Strong kid. i must chip in. She claimed she regularly saw her period and had no morning sickness or whatever other signs was supposed to indicate any pregnancy.
Lets hear your views on this in the comment section below. Mature Minds Talk.


Miles unending is the depth of the mind. The world can fit in perfectly and the space left won’t hinder its going round.
“Daddy!” Dorothy shouted as she began to run towards me.
I squatted and stretched my arms forward in anticipation with a very broad smile on my face. She ran into my arms and I lifted this very beautiful and weighty demi goddess into the air with a bit more strength than I had judged from her outward appearance. She laughed, giggled and chuckled.
“Aww! Aww!… I’ve missed my princess” I managed to utter between smiles and laughs.
“Missed you too daddy”
“How have you been?”
“I’ve been okay”
We walked to a still double swing, a couple of steps away, sat down and began to talk, updating each other on what we’ve missed while we were apart. We continued one of the sweetest conversation I’ve ever had when someone tapped me from the behind.
It was dark skinned man, must be in his mid-thirties and was nicely chiseled. His wrestlers shoulders were embelished by the light V-neck shirt he wore and his arms were wide and thick. He was wearing a black jean, brown timberland boots and completed the dressing with a black porsche shade.
“Hello?” I said as I turned around and squinted a little from the effect of the sunlight.
“Hey… Are you done talking to my daughter?” He said with a husky voice and removed his shades to look straight into my eyes. The fact that I was seating and him standing, made his position somewhat intimidating. 

Dorothy didn’t say a word.

“Err… Err…” I was still stammering when my phone began to ring. “Hold on” I said and began searching for my phone. I couldn’t find it on me but I could hear it ring.
I turned to Dorothy.
“Have you seen my phone dear?”
She responded by shaking her head. The ringing got louder and louder until…
…I woke up with a start.
“Arrgghh!” I groaned. “This… is why I hate observing siesta. Your mind turns whatever you’re thinking about into a motion picture and adds some stupid, low cost scenes.”
My phone rang again.
“Sup bro”
“Nothing much. How are you feeling now?”
“Never been better sir. I feel happy and I’ll be back to a hundred percent fitness in no time. Believe me.”
“Thank God for that. My regards to madam.”
“Yea. Sure. Take care bro.”
“Later man.”
I let out a huge sigh of relief and thought of how fast life had seem within the last couple of days. I’m working on getting engaged to a single mom. I’m planning missions for my crush to save my ex’s relationship. I almost lost my friend to a club brawl… Now I’m going to have to either find a way to stop Dorothy’s dad from ripping mother and daughter apart or step back to allow him do whatever he wants. Except for argument’s sake, they are his immediate nuclear family. Regardless of whether they like it or not, there is still the ties that bind.
Dorothy was spending the second week with Lizzy’s aunt. Lizzy had lost her mum two weeks after her eighteenth birthday and Aunt Sarah was the only woman to have taken responsibility for her survival first, then her education and other needed requirements to keep her body, mind and spirit together in her own capability. Liz had told me she was the only woman who was there for her when Dorothy’s dad had impregnated her and fled.  She was with her at the hospital at the point of delivery and since then, she had fallen in love with the little human being, even before she was given a name.
“…Without Aunt Sarah, I don’t know where I would’ve been.” She had said one time. When Tammy was down with fever and she wasn’t responding to treatment, she had taken her to church and brought her back hale and hearty. There was no other place she could think of for the safety of her priceless asset, since the return of the man who would just have to be tagged ‘A father’ but never ‘A dad’.
“…He suddenly called me one evening like that and I thought it was you. Then next I heard was his voice and I just couldn’t hang up although I wished to the universe that I could. Then he started apologizing and begging. Saying he realizes all his mistakes and he’s really sorry. That I should just try and forgive him. That he’s ready to make everything right and whatever I asked him to do, he’s ready to do it. I asked him if he expects me to believe what he’s saying and he said it’s true.
Although he sounded sincere and truthful, I can’t allow myself to be fooled again. So I told him I’ll need time to go think about what he said but in the meantime, he’s such an imp. The next thing he said was what scared me. He kept on insisting that whatever the price to make it right was, he’s ready to pay it.
Then I told him he can’t even start making it right from thousands of miles away and if he had just hit a big money and thinks sending money is what I’m in need of, he’s gravely mistaken cos I’m living comfortably with my daughter and giving her the best I could give. Then he said he had already taken the first step to redemption. He said he’s no more thousands of miles away and he had traveled all the way down, just to really drive home the fact that he is really sorry. I was shocked to my marrow and had I not seen something to hold on to, I would have slumped.
Jay, he’s been around for a week, searching for my contact everywhere and from everyone he knows might be able to help out, before finally contacting Bimbo. My roommate during university days. I don’t know why that one didn’t contact me first before giving him my number and allowing him back into my life. I don’t care much if he’s truly sorry but I can’t take chances with my daughter. That’s all I have in the whole world and I can’t let a wolf in sheep’s clothing come from nowhere and snatch her away from me. Not even after all he put me through.
He’s just not coming any close to my daughter and I’ll never disclose her whereabouts to a stranger cos for now, that’s what he is. I don’t know his plans, I don’t know his mission, I don’t know if he has changed or if he’s still the old screw up I knew him to be. Not like I care though but my topmost mission is to keep my daughter away from any intruder and kidnapper and I’ve explained that in details to Aunt Sarah. I’ve told her if anything happens to my baby, she’ll instantly give birth to another one for me.
If he’s sorry, let him be sorry. I’m not even angry anymore. Those days have passed and God himself has wiped my tears. What more do I want to complain of?… I live in an apartment I pay the yearly rent from my own pocket, I eat the food I want and not the one I see, I provide for my daughter whatever she needs and teach her morals and how to grow up not only to be a woman of class and high standards but to strictly avoid the mistakes I made during my own time… I’m just scared Jay. I’ve suffered and suffered over Damilola and I’ll just kill myself if anything should happen to her or if one human should come from nowhere and start claiming daughter.
If it’s to take her and run away to one remote village where nobody will see us and start our lives all over again, I would without any questions or hesitations. I’m scared… So scared Jay… So scared.”
She had busted in a fresh round of tears. And still in my silence, I drew her closer and gave her some reassuring pats while a thousand thoughts flowed through my mind.
“If she was not motivated about her ‘mission’, she shouldn’t have just gone AWOL. She should’ve told me and I’ll know the next step” I thought to myself as the over elongated church service was about coming to a close and I still couldn’t spot Kate in the crowd, no matter how much I twisted and turned my neck. I knew she was in the crowd somewhere but it was just like she had put herself in ‘camouflage mode’ to avoid the disturbance and inconvenience that would result from the contact of my prying eyes.
After service, I kept on walking slowly towards my car while twisting my head here and there, all to no avail. I shrugged and just as I grabbed the driver side car handle to pull back and open the door, I got a slight tap on the shoulder.
“Ah!… Kate!”
The kind of reply she gave me was indeed surprising cos without saying a word, she just drew me over and gave me a very warm hug like old buddies reconnecting after ages.
“I’m sorry bro.” She said just before she let go and allowed me to breathe.
“I was thinking you just decided to go off the grid for reasons best known to you.”
“No sir. I wouldn’t do that… I just returned from Abj on Friday.”
The look on my face was beyond astonished as I replied…
“Yes!… And I have good both good news and bad news sir”
“Yep. So which do you wanna hear first?”
I thought for a while, what the good and bad news might be. I rolled my eyes, bent my back, racked my brain and got no clue. So I shrugged and replied.
“Let’s hear the bad news first.”
The wailing and loss of the farmer is indeed the cream of the party for the crows.
Mature Minds Talk.


`If life throws lemons at you, catch them, make lemonades and sell it. Just pray there’s anyone to buy it.
I hate that I like to say this but not everyone really understands the true meaning of friendship. A lot of people put to foolish use, that delicate word “friend”.
Not every friend is a friend and I don’t care if you call me crazy for making this little research I’m just about sharing with you about the word ‘friend’, what it really means and how it came about.
Word Definition:
1. A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
2. A person whom one knows; an acquaintance.
3. A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade or companion.
Word History:
A friend is a lover, literally. The relationship between Latin word: Amïcus “friend” and Amõ “I love” is clear, as is the relationship between Greek philos “friend” and phileõ “I love.” In English, though, we have to go back a millennium before we see the verb related to friend. At that time, frëond, the Old English word for “friend,” was simply the present participle of the verb frëon, “to love.” The Germanic root behind this verb is *frï, which meant “to like, love, be friendly to.” Closely linked to these concepts is that of “peace,” and in fact Germanic made a noun from this root, *frithu-, meaning exactly that. Ultimately descended from this noun are the personal names Frederick, “peaceful ruler,” and Siegfried, “victory peace.” The root also shows up in the name of the Germanic deity Frigg, the goddess of love, who lives on today in the word Friday, “day of Frigg,” from an ancient translation of Latin Veneris diës, “day of Venus.”
I don’t want to bore you off but there are some people that do not refer to people as their friend, except in the general “my friend” term but when they call you a friend, you are definitely going to take a whole lot of effort to unfriend or defriend yourself from their little wolf pack. I am that kind of person. There are slight differences between associates, hommies, allies, comrades, brothers in arms and pals but I’m not your english language teacher am I?
There’s also a difference between a simple friend and a real friend and its disgusting how some people would keep portraying themselves as strangers and want you to call them friends. Friends are those special people you surround yourself with, those you don’t joke with and people who are just a mini step below your fam… family is what I mean by that. Although as you grow and your status changes, your friends are bound to change. Sometimes in life, you have to shed both habits and friends but some friends are closer to you than the limits of the word’s definition. They leave the status of being your friend to becoming your Alter-ego.
Apologies for my many bible references when I’m flowing in the current of emotions but I’ll  just make a small flash pass at proverbs 17:17… So before I get anyone reading this, confused and steaming off with questions like “Jay, why all these gibberish and fruity blabbering?” “Why must you think out loud and won’t stop at that, but still write it down for someone to still come read it up?” “Jay, what’s your problem?… Give your thoughts and writings some direction please and stop wasting other people’s time.”… Before my angry readers draw their weapons (their tongues, that is) I’ll just say this: If you’ve ever had a ‘friend’ or if you’ve ever been a good friend to someone, either they loved you back or it was just one sided or if you know the true meaning of friendship, stop for a few seconds and say a prayer for Dave. My friend who’s slowly slipping away into darkness on the hospital bed. The exact narration of events are still unclear, as I wasn’t there when it happened but according to “he said” and “she said”, Dave had stood up while I was out of The Stepp Inn, asked for me and left the supposedly watchful eyes of Doc FM. Next thing Doc knew was a heated argument at the near end of the club and in no time, a crowd had assembled and that was it. Our next tasks were picking our friends body from the floor, calling a cab and making our way crazily to the hospital.
Although word has it that nobody touched Dave. He was said to have slipped and hit the back of his drunk head on the edge of the ordering stool. Some said he had tried molesting a guy’s girlfriend and the guy pushed him like he was in a pushing contest, and thanks to his already drunk and staggering state, he simply went like a bowling ball into the ordering stool.
Titi nearly went crazy upon her arrival to St. Luke’s hospital. Only seeing the blood made her dizzy and she had to hold firmly unto me to stop her sinking to the ground.
“He’s strong. I’m very sure he’ll be ok.” I had told her as she broke down in tears.
“Why did you get him drunk and abandon him Jay?, why?, why?, why?, why?…” Each “why” was accompanied with a feather weight punch in the chest and I dare not let the puncher out from my grasps and embrace, before she gets her spark and does something crazy.
“I’m sorry… I’m very sorry.”
My shirt was soaked from various forms of liquid matters, water, blood, Titi’s tears and sweat took the main soaking percentage. I was really panicking but I dare not show it. Although we were told we could go home by the health personnels attending to Dave, we decided to wait to check on his progress and response.
“You guys can go home now Jay, I’ve  got my man from here” Titi later said suddenly as we all sat on the waiting couch, just after the reception. Mickey and Doc FM had made to leave in the slowest way possible but I sat still and it really got them confused as they contemplated on sitting back or leaving without me.
“I’m not asking if you wanna go home Jay. I want you guys to go. That’s what I meant. I’ll need time alone with my fiancée” Titi whispered. She sounded calmer and what she said would’ve made me dance since its obvious she had forgiven my friend but the situation on ground would not give any room for it, else I’ll just bag myself a quick mental check up.
“I’ll see you later then.” I said beneath my breath as I gathered my stuffs together, gave Doc and Mickey a “let’s go” sign with a move of my head and made for the door. Just as I got to the door, Titi called out.
The three of us instantly turned back like it was rehearsed. We were looking very sorry and almost worse than Chiwetel in twelve years a slave.
“I’m not angry!”
Nobody replied. We just nodded in unison and left the reception hall.
I sat in the cab, partly thinking of my friend in the hospital and what it was, that Lizzy wanted to see me for. She has been behaving strangely lately though and I’ve sat down to scrutinize the chain of events between us in the past few weeks. I’ve not been able to lay hands on any spot where I’ve stepped on a mine. Probably I’ve offended her, without even knowing what I did got on her bad side. She probably must have gotten tired of hoarding whatever it is I did inside her mind, hence the reason I’m on my way to her place.
A few lines form Brymo’s ‘Down’ song sneaked into the radius of my attention and I smirked at how the artiste quickly painted life’s complication with his imaginary characters of the thief, the chief, the aboki and the theif’s neighbour’s daughter. Life itself is complicated enough. Why add females? I had read somewhere, probably from one of my very own articles. Females can paint the picture of someone with a small cut on the little finger seem like he’s about to… Or just underwent an amputation. There’s no over-sizing natural female specialties. Gossip, exaggeration, attention seeking, mood swing and overreaction. Although I’m not trying to generalize all attributes to every female but I could still carry out a female censors and my statistics would show…
“…Oga, na this junction?… Oga mi?” The cab driver interrupted my thoughts.
I jerked out of my thinking galore and realized we were almost at Lizzy’s place. For some unknown reasons, my psychic thing flashed a thought of telling the driver to turn back and drive me back home which almost made me laugh a scornful laugh.
“Turn to your right and stop in front of the fifth house by the left.” I replied as I fondled my pocket for my phone.
“Hey Liz!… Whatsup dear?”
“I’m fine”
I shrugged and continued.
“I’m in front of your house. Could you come open the door?”
“Why didn’t you tell me when you were about coming instead of calling that you’re already outside my door?… What if I’m not at home?… What will you do?”
“See, young woman…” I got out of the parked cab, hooked the phone to my left ear with my shoulder, drew my wallet and handed some notes to the cab man. “I’m not in the mood for your attitudes. Just open your door if you’re at home and if you’re not, simply talk and I’ll just jump back into the cab that brought me. Can it be more complicated than that?”
She replied with something inaudible and in a few seconds, I heard movements followed by clicks on the brown HTS security door.
“Good afternoon…”
“For the record, I’m not dumb. I tried your number and it was saying switched off. Its you who knows whose call you’re avoiding that is making you switch off your phone.” I sharply cut in angrily.
“I’m sorry.” She replied as she walked back into the house.
I followed her inside wearing a very angry expresssion, shut the door behind me and just as I turned back, Liz ran into me and hugged me tight like a kid afraid of someone. She sank her head into my chest and I just stood there confused, while I ran my right fingers through her hair.
“I’m sorry darl.” She whispered.
“Its ok” I replied.
She raised her head, drew mine with both hands until our lips met. The kiss lasted a minute or two and I knew something was not right.
“I’ve been transferring aggression. I’m really sorry Jay. I must have got you feeling bad for nothing.” She said when she finally let go of me and went to sit on the left hand single seater comfy couch.
“Are you ok?”
She nodded
“… And who’s annoying you?”
“Nobody.” she replied, she shaking her head slowly.
And that was when I saw that her face was hiding a lot of sadness and fear. She had black lines under her eyes – she has been crying often of late.
“What could’ve happened that Liz deemed it right to keep me away from?… What must have caused her consistent weeping?” I thought as I moved to take a squatting position in front of her.
“Talk to me honey”
She just held my hands but didn’t reply.
…And that was when it struck me and I felt my heart skip two pulses.
“Where’s Dorothy?”
Liz bursted into uncontrollable tears and I felt so faint, I scrambled for support.
Everyone has a spot that links to their emotions… However strong and heartless they may seem. Even the stone heart has a piece of flesh in it.
Mature Minds Talk.


Happy New Month.
This 8th Month, God will Elev8 you, Rejuven8 you and Decor8 you. You’ll Celebr8 and Jubil8. Joy will Inund8 your home.
Success will locat8 you. God will Activ8 your line of unlimited favour.
They will Appreci8 you. Sickness will Vaca8 your body. Problems will not Domin8 you. The enemies of your life will not Trunc8 your destiny.

This month of AUGUST, God will visit you and make it a month of A-Accomplishments, U-Unlimited joy, G-Good, great, U-Unique and S-Special T-Testimonies for you and your family.

August will be the best month of the year so far for us all.

Have a lovely month ahead.
Stay Blessed.

Drop a comment with something you wish to accomplish this month.

Mature Minds Talk.