Wednesday, 20 May 2015

Red flags for singles while dating!!!



1. A guy/lady that constantly disrespects you even in front of others.
2. Abuses or threatens you in any form- emotional, physical etc.
3. Constantly puts you down/derides your opinion and makes you lose your self esteem.
4. Says or does things contrary to the scriptures (assuming both of you are Christians)
5. An egocentric person that believes he/she is a gift to you.
6. Obsessively jealous or possessive.
7. Envious of your Successes.
8. Oppressive, manipulative and controlling nature.
9. A liar (whether he/ she is a Christian or not is irrelevant in this case)
10. Finds it difficult keeping his/her word (Unreliable)
11. Consistently takes lightly the things/people that are important to you. Also disrespects your family and friends.
12. Stinginess.
13. Unfaithful to you even while dating him/her.
14. Constantly tries to fleece you of your money or other possessions.


This list is not exhaustive and there are other traits you may see in your partner/fiancé that you would instinctively know is not quite right. Seek counsel if in doubt and don't be afraid to break the relationship if it has to come to that. A broken courtship is better than a broken home and a better person will come along. Be wise!!!

Tuesday, 12 May 2015

'After The Storm' - Chapter Twenty-Six



  



  
   
     Akeem's eyes lit up with admiration when he picked her up that friday evening. "You look stunning" He told her softly.
     His gaze lingered on the necklace around her neck for a few seconds before moving back to her face and although he said nothing about the necklace, she could see he was pleased that she had worn it. He didn't tell her where he was taking her but from the landmarks, she guessed where they were going and as they got closer, she was proved right. It had been one of their favorite places when they were together and they had spent many beautiful moments together there. The look in his eyes as he held out his arm to her when he opened the door for her made her know he was remembering those times too.
     They were led to the table he had reserved for them, a waiter handed them menus and withdrew discreetly after taking their orders for drinks.
  "What are you having?" She asked him.
  "I 'm sure you can order for me" He smiled.
    He was right. She knew what he liked. Akeem rarely ate naughty things like she did. He ate healthy, probably a fall out of his mother's heart condition and growing up around her careful dietary needs.
  He closed his menu "Let's do it this way, order for both of us and I will add anything else I feel you missed" 
     She looked thorough it and picked out the starters, main course and desserts for him and then picked hers.
  He laughed softly when she was done "You still remember, and now let me add something you forgot....for yourself" He took the menu from her and ordered mousse au chocolat for her "I know your sweet tooth and that other dessert you chose does not sound like you"
  She giggled "I 'm trying to be good these days and not take my body for granted"
  "You’re beautiful the way you are, but anyway I won't mind you adding on a dress size"
  "No way!"
  "But I don't see any sign of weight gain anywhere. You look beautiful and you’ll always be that to me"
     The look in his eyes was tender as they met hers. Their gaze held and neither seemed able to look away. The waiter coming back to take their orders broke the spell.
  "How did it go with your customers yesterday?" He asked her when the waiter had left with their orders.
     She laughed. She had told him about some new diva- like clients that had come to her store over the past two weeks and how she had been dealing with their antics. He laughed about the funny things she told him. They talked about his work. Things were going very well with Ka-tell. She knew about that anyway. Ka-Tell always had raving reviews in the media. It was practically a household name as they had been well received by the public who were eager to finally get a relaible network.
  "You’ve really done well, Akeem" She told him "Even the toughest critics have given Ka-Tell excellent scores" 
  "I 'm thankful the way things have worked out"   
  "So what other new plans do you have now that  Ka-Tell is running smoothly?"
  "New plans?" He laughed, raising his brow at her "Don't you think I need to take a long break off work?"
  "I know you always have something cooking" She lowered her voice conspiratorially "So tell me your new plan. I promise not to steal your ideas"
  "I don't trust you" He teased "But you can come into partnership with me, then I won't have to worry about that"
  "Hmmm....that will be something, tell me, what will it cost me?"
  He lowered his voice "Nothing you can't afford, dinner and breakfast with me every day. An occasional massage thrown in, easy stuff like that. You should be able to handle it"
  She pretended to consider it and then frowned "And just for that, I become your business partner?"
  He nodded "And co-signatory to all my accounts and anything else you'd like added to it"
  "Sounds too good to be true. We 'll need to sign contracts before I take you seriously”
  He leaned forward slightly “I 'm ready to sign it tonight if you are game"
  Yemi looked at him solemnly "Not signing till I speak with my lawyer but anyway, those specs of your's don't even sound professional, what are you looking for? Partner or mistress?"
  "A live-in mistress"
  She pretended to consider it "All right......Mistress it is then but not live-in, that would spoil all the fun"
  He shook his head, a wolfish gleam in his eyes. "Nah.....This guy needs his mistress permanently under his roof"
  They continued their banter, flirting with each other and laughing over silly jokes. It was like old times. They had never had a shortage of things to talk about. Somehow they talked and kept talking.
     When he suggested they take a walk along the pier at the back of the restaurant after their dinner, she was more than happy to go with him.
     The night looked fairy-tale like as they walked along. The soft blue light from the full moon bathed the pier and they could see the bright city lights of the town across the river, gleaming like little diamonds. A light breeze whispered along, rustling the leaves of the trees nearby and keeping the night from being too warm.
     They strolled along the pier for a little while and then stood by the railings and looked over the bridge.Yemi was lost in the sights and sounds of the scenery before her.
  "This is so beautiful" She said in an awed voice after a while.
  "Very beautiful" He replied quietly.
     She glanced towards him; he was looking at her face and not at the water. He took her hand in his and just kept looking at her without saying anything.
 "What?" She asked feeling slightly self conscious.
 "Just thinking...." He said quietly "Remembering us..."




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Sunday, 10 May 2015

Let's talk!



Hi blog friends (including the silent ones...lol),

Hope you have had a restful day. I am going to have a snooze after this and then do some work (send and reply emails, study some work related journals, write/dream up the next chapter of my new story, grill some fish and probably make some spicy jollof rice...that's a lot, isn't it?) but oh well, they say it's natural for a lady to multitask!

Thanks for following the story so far. It's been time consuming writing it but at the same time I've had so much fun and the feedback from you have been so encouraging and useful.

But what do you guys think of Hasan's death in the plane crash? Has anyone ever lost any family member/friend in the past and wondered why they died? Or have you wondered if the death could have been avoided? Were you angry with God about it?
In Hasan's case, who was to blame? Someone has already blamed me (pretty lady Goodness of the 'Fathersruby blog' fame actually did) but I don't think that's fair (sob!). But seriously,  who do you think is to blame? Or do you think it was God's will for Hasan to die?

I understand some people have experienced problems leaving comments, maybe you can try leaving one using the anonymous icon but leave your name at the end of it and don't forget to click the 'I'm not a robot icon'.

Take care of you and God bless.

Sincerely,
Osar.

Thursday, 7 May 2015

'After The Storm' - Chapter Twenty-Five



   



     Akeem felt better after his shower. He knew he should eat but didn't feel like it. Bassey was away on a catering course. He had told Akeem he wanted to open a restaurant in the near future. Bassey had been a faithful employee for so many years and even though he knew he would have to look for a new cook soon, he had been happy to sponsor the course.
     He poured himself a drink and flicked on the TV. He hoped the drink coupled with his tired body would be able to lull him to sleep.
     He settled on CNN and tried to listen to the newscaster but Tanya's words kept flitting through his mind in between. She always sounded so sure about her beliefs. He knew he had been bullish with her but he had been irked by what Hasan's pastor had preached during the service of songs. To him, there was nothing remotely joyful about his death and he resented anyone calling it any other thing than what it was. A tragedy, Fullstop.  
     He took another sip of his drink as Tanya's words about Hasan being at peace  to the end came back to him. That had struck a chord. From the conversation they had that last afternoon at the hotel, he was almost certain that Hasan would not have been afraid of death, not the way he had heard many people were. He wondered how he would have felt had he been on that flight. Fear was not an emotion he entertained but would he have succumbed to it then? Would he have wondered if there really was anything to a life after death as people like Tanya claimed? And If there was really a God too, would he have been ready to meet with him?
     Fayona talked about Hasan like she would see him  again someday. Oh she wept for long periods when the pain of his departure became too unbearable but she was strong even in the midst of her pain. He had wondered what gave her such strength and hope in the face of her loss. She had even found the strength to encourage him. He felt he should be the one encouraging her but he had nothing to offer other than financial help and Fayona would not need that anyway.  
     He took another sip of his brandy. He wondered what life was really all about. Moreover he had to admit that there really was something different about his friends since they started all their religious stuff, a kind of inner serenity which puzzled him. Something he lacked. He had money, connections and priviledges that many men would envy but he also had an emptiness inside him that no amount of success had been able to bridge.
  He stared broodingly into space for a moment "If you are real as they say, then show yourself to me" He muttered.
     He looked around as if he expected to see something but came to himself and laughed out loud. What was he thinking of? Losing his friend must be affecting his reasoning. He took another sip of his brandy and concentrated on the news.









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