‘The Textbook’

Posted: March 29, 2013 in Flash fiction

‘The Textbook’.

A funny story without a single three letter word.


Short Stories

Posted: March 23, 2013 in Flash fiction

Short Stories.

Red, Gold and Green

Posted: December 25, 2012 in Christmas, poetry

Red, Gold and Green.


Posted: December 24, 2012 in Awards

I was extremely excited to learn that Uzoma had nominated me for an award. Wow, i’ve never received one for writing before and so my deep appreciation goes to him and I recommend his blog as a must read. I’m especially fond of his blog and I love it’s unique name. Please visit Uzoma on –



When the sun sets, all you have done will certainly follow you home.




  1. Display the award logo on your blog
  2. Link back to the person who nominated you.
  3. State seven things about yourself.
  4. Nominate fifteen other bloggers for this award and link to them.
  5. Notify those bloggers of the nomination and the award’s requirements.


  1. I’m black, very chocolaty dark and i always prayed to have children with fairer skin. I now do.
  2. It took me seven years to agree to date the wonderful man I am now married to.
  3. I am a Physiotherapist by profession
  4. My favorite nicknames are Nash, and Ebony
  5. I love the outdoors, trees, flowers, blue skies, green grasses, nature in general and they are often a source of poetic inspiration for me.
  6. I firmly believe in God and in his plan to save humanity through Jesus
  7. I aspire to write and direct my very own nigerian movie one day soon.


Here are the blogs that have inspired me and helped me improve upon my writing. I have just six for now, sorry for breaking the rules.

Please check out their blogs…their posts are full of wisdom and insight. There is always something new to learn.

(Most of this has been copied. It is suggested that you do the same…makes posting easy!)

  • Do you know a blog that deserves an award?
  • Do you have special blogs that you love to read?
  • Which blogs do you bookmark and follow?
  • Would you like to give them an award this year?

Then nominate them for the very inspiring blogger award.

Tis Love

Posted: December 11, 2012 in Love, poetry

Tis love that makes my heart beat so

Tis love, this wild fluttering

For the sun shines brighter

And the stars seem lighter

When you and I do meet.


Tis love that set my heart on fire

Tis love this crazy desire

That the earth spins faster

In my drunken laughter

And I’m tipsy on my feet


Tis love and yet I can’t deny

Tis love I wonder why

The birds sing louder

The moon is rounder

And oranges taste so sweet.


Tis love that makes me drunk with wine

Tis love he gave to me

Tis love that made our hearts entwine

Tis love twas meant to be

Our Own Christmas

Posted: December 6, 2012 in Christmas, poetry

We had our own white Christmas

when the hazy fog descended on a dusty dawn

when the sky shone colorless before the sun could rise

and the tall trees shrouded themselves in pallid clouds

We had the air of Christmas

when the mist hid the houses from our view

when the cold dry air hugged our ashen faces

and paused, in transit to crack our rosy lips

We had our own nice Christmas

when greeting cards hung from curtain drapes

when hampers arrived laden with delicious delicacies

and pots cooked chicken instead of beef

We had our feel of Christmas

when the hawkers peddled bright stringy decorations

when the streets rang with yuletide music

and plastic trees shone with twinkling lights

So when children sing of snow and cold and frost

of silent nights and holy lights

Then I remember

that though we watched the King’s College Boys choir

and hurried to see Santa in his grotto,

we had our African Christmas

and what a Christmas it was.


To love a girl

Posted: November 14, 2012 in Love, poetry

It’s an impossible thing

to tell a boy

not to love a girl


to train his stuttering lips to speak

or still the ticking of his heart

when a dam breaks within him

and his blood rages like an untamed river


to say the least

to slow the beating of his heart

or hasten the quickness of his mind

when a smile steals across his face

in a dream and yet he is awake

when his legs refuse to obey command

and his feet go left instead of right

For he is completely unaware

when his eyes shine

and his breath is held captive

when light mirrors his joy

and dances on red rose petals

when speech divorces his lips

and his heart speaks a thousand words

which his thoughts long to say

but his mouth fails to echo

Pray, do not tell a boy

not to love a girl

For in that vein

it is impossible.


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I sat beneath the deep blue sky

Compassed with thoughts that made me sigh

I knew right in my heart of hearts

That I had left the sacred paths

I wondered if there was a way

To bridge the mighty gap that lay

Between the righteous Holy One

And me the ever erring son

I looked behold, a gleam I saw

A ray of hope in sight to cure

The pain that only I could feel

The sin that Jesus came to seal

The cross that shed His precious blood

The grace and mercy in His word

Became to me the bond of love

That drew me to the one above.

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A Walk through the Park

Posted: October 4, 2012 in poetry

As the soft wind blows through the trees,

I hear the sound of the whisper of leaves,

I hear the moan of an old oak tree,

And the crack of a cricket,

In the dark of a thicket.


As the silence steals around the midnight,

There is a shimmer of brilliant moonlight,

Across the surface of water so black,

Comes an echo in the park,

of footsteps in the dark.


Snaps of twigs breaking,

And trembling seizes,

I feel myself shaking,

And my thinking ceases.


Fear reaches out a hand,

I jump to start;

But Faith welds a band,

That wraps round my heart.


Comfort comes, like a warm blanket.

Boldness like a shield, and yet

Fear stalks my footsteps,

And dodges in my shadow.

Worry prances in my mind

And sticks in her arrow.


Panic came slowly, dancing to a tune

That Terror hummed softly, on a sand covered dune.

A tranquil thought, peaceful and serene, yet real

voices a truth that keeps my heart beat still.


Though the calm night light, turn drearily low,

And the darkness be, my only foe;

I am not alone, where ever I may be

There is one with me whom eyes cannot see


Though the crisp sound of silence is hauntingly clear,

And the faint thoughts of fright hover dangerously near,

I will walk  stately and not tip toe,

Through the park boldly and not fear,No.

Love is a Language

Posted: September 10, 2012 in poetry
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A gentle tap

A soft smile

Misty eyes

A tender touch

A warm embrace

Hushed whispers

A long look

In silent nights

Calm demure

A steady heartbeat

Flushed cheeks

A content sigh

He didn’t have to speak

She just knew

He wanted to but

She understood

For love is a language

Far above words.